Chapter 5

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Sad. That's all my life is anymore.

Depressed. That's all I am anymore.

Singer. I'd like to think that since I have so many fans, but I have come to know they like me for my story in my songs.

Ed. That's my first name and only one.

Sheeran. The last name that Taylor could have had with me, if I was smart. If I fought.

Break. I'm on break for a year now, since I'm depressed.

Management. Life ruiners.

All of these deep and emotional thoughts rushed through my mind as I went to my new apartment.

Ironically, it was right down the road from Lulu's where Taylor worked now.

I was walking down the hall towards my room. There was one other apartment to it's side, but it wasn't vacant. There was light shining through the bottem crack on the door.

I wish I wouldn't have had to of move. It's only because I was supposed to find inspiration.

And inspiration I must find.

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Taylor's POV

It's midnight and I couldn't sleep.

I still think about Ed. Where is he now? What is he doing? Is he with someone?

Sighing, I put on some shorts and grabbed my keys and walked out of my apartment door leading into the hallway.

It was silent and dark, with only one light on the ceiling shining.

It WAS silent, then I heard a guitar. Stopping in my tracks, I listened.

The beautiful music was coming from the apartment next to mine.

But...that apartment was vacant.

Obviously not now Taylor, there's a light on and guitar strumming.

I put my ear to the door and just listened to the music.

Then, someone started singing.

I found your hairband on my bedroom floor,

the only evidence that you've been here before.

But I don't get waves of missing you anymore.

They're more like tsunami tid-

Tsunami tides...in..i-in my ey-eyes

The voice was getting shaky and all together they stopped playing and singing.

Rushing to shift my legs and face away from the door, the floor creaked. LOUDLY.

Then, I heard more sounds on the other side of the floor.

And footsteps.

Oh my god.

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AUTHORS NOTE

Sorry guys! I got dumped a couple days ago, so again I'm single.

I guess it didn't work out.

Sigh.

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